A Hippie PoemI sit in this dark room on an autumn afternoon. A breeze blows through the open window, past the drapes and onto my face. The feeling reminds me of how the world flows; class ended. Through the door and into the light I go, to a strange place ready for the days fight. The light burns, everything burns, the people, the birds, and even the little ferns. Society expects and demands conformity, to be rid of one's identity. "Be gone! Be gone!", I said; I'll stick with individuality.A Hippie Poem
The watchtowerThe sea waged war against the land, wave after wave hit the beach. The winds howled like wolves in pain and there I stood, high above the ocean depths standing upon the highest cliff. Darkness reined except for the watchtowers light. I face a losing fight my soul is broken my loves hand can no longer be taken. End the pain I no longer can face! I step toward the ledge prepared for death to embrace. But stop! The light from the watchtower glared upon my face. One more step and I will drop I can end this tragic story and embrace god's glory orThe watchtower
Hey BeautyI see the world through a clear window sometimes it's difficult to see because of the mist but most of the time it's clear. Yet it's difficult interpret. It's art, the world, abstract to be exact, it looks like a mess, but observe carefully and you see beauty. Chaotic beauty that's what it is and we the people, it's painter, a little blue here, a little red there and this is what we get. Life. Never perfect, at times out of tune but after the hurdles are jumped, the obstacles defeated, we realize it was all a test. The beauty we were searching forHey Beauty
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"If you have nothing to do in this class, don't do it here."
-Ginang Dumaran
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"History doesn't repeat itself, people repeat history"
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